In the VIP

Aletta Ocean walks into the VIP room like she owns the place, long black hair brushing her shoulders, those full tits barely contained in her dress. The waiter knows every curve from the screen. He’s never expected to meet her in the flesh. She catches the hungry look in his eyes, decides she likes it. He tells her what he wants and she doesn’t laugh. She just pulls him closer and drops to her knees, taking his cock deep in one smooth move. Her mouth works him wet and tight while her hand pumps the base. When she stands, she turns, peels the dress up over her hips, and offers him the rest of her. He presses in from behind, slow at first, then deeper, sliding into her ass until she moans and pushes back for more. They fuck hard against the velvet booth, her tits bouncing with every thrust. He can’t last long once he feels how tight she grips him there. She stays pressed to him until he’s finished, then straightens her dress like nothing happened, leaving him breathless and stunned.